Post by theangelofmusic on Nov 24, 2009 19:57:27 GMT -5
History:
In his first three years of life Skimbleshanks was the cat of a Glasgow man who attended to the passengers and other various things aboard the Northern Express (I have no idea what the railway system in the U.K. is called, sorry!), mimicing his mannerisms and in turn becoming a mirror image of him in both his personality and accent. His owner saw how enthusiastic he was about working with him on the train that he had a little vest and collar with a bell on it tailor-made just for him. Sadly though when Skimble was just a four his owner passed away unexpectedly leaving Skimble without a home or family. All the guards, and all the porters and the station master's daughters couldnt stand to send the little kitten off to live on the streets so they made him an honorary member of the train staff (something he often takes too seriously), and let him sleep aboard the train. The only thing they ask of him: ensure the mouse population stays low. While at a stop in London one night Skimble came upon a junkyard, but not just any junkyard- it was the Jellicle Junkyard. There he befriended many of the cats and promised that he would come back to visit whenever he could.
And the rest, as they say, is history...
Personality:
Skimbleshanks is neat, orderly and disapproves of "hilarity and riot" at inappropriate times. He does, however, like to cut loose every now and then and have a little fun, even to the point of being mischevious. All in all he is an energetic, happy, fun and strong willed cat. Skimble would be lost without his vest, collar and most importantly, his 'job' on the train- they are all he has to remember his owner by.
Appearance:
Skimbleshanks is a faded orange with dark brown stripes and slightly brighter orange stripes. His lower legs have brown, grey* and bright orange stripes around them. His forearms are a solid grey* with solid black spots extending from his elbow to halfway down his forearm. He has subtle white stripes around and on his face and has a brown tail that is longer than that of most cats. He can often be seen wearing a vest with alternating dark brown and light brown stripes that run horizontally. There are golden buttons on it and also a golden pocket watch with a gold chain. While in his uniform he wears a white cumberbund underneath his vest and a white collar made to look like the collar of suit vests with a little golden bell on it.
*This was a sollid white in an earlier part of his life
RP Sample:
Skimbleshanks awoke with a start to find all the other Jellicles looking at him and the kittens fidgeting and bouncing up and down in a semi-circle around him. "What in the world is going on?!" He glances back and forth franticly, "Of course, the Jellicle Ball, I was supposed to tell of my adventures aboard the train tonight!" He hops up from his spot on top of the car, motions to the kittens to settle down, adjusts his vest and begins to tell his story: "All the guards, and all the porters and the station master's daughters would be searching high and low!..."
Code: the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
In his first three years of life Skimbleshanks was the cat of a Glasgow man who attended to the passengers and other various things aboard the Northern Express (I have no idea what the railway system in the U.K. is called, sorry!), mimicing his mannerisms and in turn becoming a mirror image of him in both his personality and accent. His owner saw how enthusiastic he was about working with him on the train that he had a little vest and collar with a bell on it tailor-made just for him. Sadly though when Skimble was just a four his owner passed away unexpectedly leaving Skimble without a home or family. All the guards, and all the porters and the station master's daughters couldnt stand to send the little kitten off to live on the streets so they made him an honorary member of the train staff (something he often takes too seriously), and let him sleep aboard the train. The only thing they ask of him: ensure the mouse population stays low. While at a stop in London one night Skimble came upon a junkyard, but not just any junkyard- it was the Jellicle Junkyard. There he befriended many of the cats and promised that he would come back to visit whenever he could.
And the rest, as they say, is history...
Personality:
Skimbleshanks is neat, orderly and disapproves of "hilarity and riot" at inappropriate times. He does, however, like to cut loose every now and then and have a little fun, even to the point of being mischevious. All in all he is an energetic, happy, fun and strong willed cat. Skimble would be lost without his vest, collar and most importantly, his 'job' on the train- they are all he has to remember his owner by.
Appearance:
Skimbleshanks is a faded orange with dark brown stripes and slightly brighter orange stripes. His lower legs have brown, grey* and bright orange stripes around them. His forearms are a solid grey* with solid black spots extending from his elbow to halfway down his forearm. He has subtle white stripes around and on his face and has a brown tail that is longer than that of most cats. He can often be seen wearing a vest with alternating dark brown and light brown stripes that run horizontally. There are golden buttons on it and also a golden pocket watch with a gold chain. While in his uniform he wears a white cumberbund underneath his vest and a white collar made to look like the collar of suit vests with a little golden bell on it.
*This was a sollid white in an earlier part of his life
RP Sample:
Skimbleshanks awoke with a start to find all the other Jellicles looking at him and the kittens fidgeting and bouncing up and down in a semi-circle around him. "What in the world is going on?!" He glances back and forth franticly, "Of course, the Jellicle Ball, I was supposed to tell of my adventures aboard the train tonight!" He hops up from his spot on top of the car, motions to the kittens to settle down, adjusts his vest and begins to tell his story: "All the guards, and all the porters and the station master's daughters would be searching high and low!..."
Code: the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
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